Letter from a forgotten friend

I know you’re mad. I am too. We had such a pleasant life together, and to me, it will always be beautiful. Despite these feelings, it still hurts me to see that I have caused you so much pain and stress. I have taken so much of your time and energy and for that I am truly sorry.

But the truth is: it took one moment of your carelessness to lose me. You will blame it on others, you will blame it on the Universe. What you will not do is accept that your illusion of control has been shattered by the one thing you took for granted: me.

I understand that someday, you will replace me. Maybe with a better version, or perhaps a crude facsimile. But for a time, before you force yourself to move on, you will retrace your steps and actions wondering what happened between us, what pattern of mistakes led to our separation. You will think you are crazy. You will not feel understood by those observing your pathetic flailing.

Know that I will not forget you, but I can no longer seek you out. That is a mission only you can undertake. You have the tools at your disposal to find me again, but it requires a commitment that you so foolishly delayed before I left your life.

I wish you the best of luck on your journey without me. I want you to know that. Someday, we may reunite — but what is life without uncertainty? Soon, our connection will have faded; you will only have the memory of my ghost, the memory of the time and place you last had me. All I can say to you now is this: control what you can, and let go of the rest. To you, I was disposable. 

Now we have both learned something.

Sincerely,

The right AirPod you left under the passenger seat of your friend’s car.